Tick, tock, tick
Life is like a wick
It burns and it burns, till its your time
One day you realise you are at the end of the line.

The days pass, the seasons change,
Summers, winters & the gloomy rains
Your sorrows, your joys and your pain
Will mean nothing, washed away with rain.

For it spares none, the great Void
The end of you, you destroyed
So it is and you shall also pass
So live today like you would live your last!